The kids from the barrios were by the guest house gates today. I stopped on my way to the clinic today and hung out with them. It was really sad. I saw one older girl that I didn't recognize. She kept asking me something in Spanish, but I couldn't understand her. Finally, she handed me a small piece of paper that said:
"Give me candy.
Give me shoes.
I will work for you."
Of course I said no. I explained I didn't have any candy (dulce) and I needed my shoes (zapatos) to work in the clinic to help people. She couldn't have been more than 9 or 10 years old. It broke my heart.
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